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Author: Henry AlfordMeter: 7.7.7.7 DAppears in 618 hymnalsScripture: Mark 4:28Lyrics: 1 Come, you thankful people, come,
raise the song of harvest home;
all is safely gathered in
ere the winter storms begin;
God, our Maker, does provide
for our needs to be supplied;
come, with all his people come,
raise the song of harvest home.
2 All the world is God's own field,
fruit unto his praise to yield;
wheat and weeds together sown,
unto joy or sorrow grown:
first the blade and then the ear,
then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we
wholesome grain and pure may be.
3 For the Lord our God shall come
and shall take his harvest home;
he himself in that great day
all offense shall take away,
give his angels charge at last
in the fire the weeds to cast,
but the fruitful ears to store
in his garner evermore.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come
to your final harvest home;
gather all your people in,
free from sorrow, free from sin
there, forever purified,
in your presence to abide;
come, with all your angels come,
raise the glorious harvest home.
Topics: Return of Christ; New Creation; Missions; Harvest; Angels; Church and Mission; Songs for Children Hymns; Return of Christ; Thanksgiving & GratitudeUsed With Tune: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR

Author: J. M. Neale; St. John of DamascusMeter: 7.6.7.6 DAppears in 342 hymnalsScripture: Mark 4:28Lyrics: 1 Come, ye faithful, raise the strain
of triumphant gladness;
God hath brought his Israel
into joy from sadness:
loosed from Pharoah's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters
led them with unmoistened foot
through the Red Sea waters.
2 'Tis the spring of souls today:
Christ hath burst his prison,
and from three days' sleep in death
as a sun hath risen.
All the winter of our sins,
long and dark, is flying
from his light, to whom we give
laud and praise undying.
3 Now the queen of seasons, bright
with the day of splendor,
with the royal feast of feasts,
comes its joy to render;
comes to glad Jerusalem,
who with true affection
welcomes in unwearied strains
Jesus' resurrection.
4 Neither might the gates of death,
nor the tomb's dark portal,
nor the watchers, nor the seal
hold thee as a mortal:
but today amidst thine own
thou didst stand, bestowing
thine own peace which evermore
passeth human knowing.
Used With Tune: AVE VIRGOText Sources: Greek hymn